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Our Jack's moved in, after 4 days of waiting. His name's Ben (and his girlfriend's name is Michael...ha ha, no). I ran into him, his beau, and his beau's mom after spending what felt like a lifetime on the Mezzanine so I fear I wasn't too civil. But whatever. He's a CS major (nerd *ahem*) and mentioned looking into getting broadband in the apartment (because we all know the CS people need their net hook-up lest they go into shock). Last night I said sure, if Ruth wanted it as well, but now I'm not so into it. I rather like not having cable in the apartment. I come home and actually get work done, instead of plopping down and channel surf (or web surf). Besides, there's nothing really left for me online anyway. All those that I used to converse with regularly have either rejected me or have hurt me in some way and have been rejected in kind (a choice "f-u" to all those that number among those...ha, I'm so mature). The place is quiet and that's really comforting. Leave it for the male to come in and try to change things up. I'll tell him as much when I see him next. If *he* wants a cable modem then he can pay for it, hook it up, and have it channeled straight into his room (so I'll be less tempted).

Bro called last night, giving me a pleasant surprise. Turns out Dwayne didn't get the package I sent him yesterday, pissing me off to no end. I'm the sort of person that really appreciates birthday gifts that arrive before or on one's birthday. It makes the occasion that much more special. I don't know what a-hole at the PO screwed up, but I shouldn't have expected any less; mom works there and she tells me all the horror stories. You people have no idea.

Anyway, Darwent called to nag me about not coming down for Dwayne's b-day (I said I *might*, I didn't promise anything definite), to tell me he got The Matrix Reloaded video game (which I've heard some bad things about, but he refutes all that), and to vent (which shocked me some). He's graduating too, from HS, and he's going through his own trials and tribulations. He reminds me alot of me...that is, if I was male, devastatingly cute, and hated to read. We Browns (I'm still one of the clan, even with a new surname) are an emotionally closed off set, especially with those we call friends. Unlike me Darwent seems to make pals easily, but like me he doesn't seem to know how to express himself when with them. I would have never figured as much, but observational learning is a biatch, huh? Blame the parents. Works every time.

Meeting with Wincze in a bit. I'm not nervous. I'm just going to tell him all I've done and then ask him point blank what the hell he wants of me. I've been doing all this research rather aimlessly, I figured out last night, which is why I'm so frustrated by it all. I just want to write a paper! How pathetic is that last sentence? I spent the last 4 years in school avoiding all classes that called for extensive paper writing and now I'm practically at the point of begging for a paper topic. Heh.